Being the Emperor of Servan empire was nothing but a mere headache.

Heaps upon heaps of paperwork and hours wasted on meetings with foreign Heads of State, ambassadors, and other distinguished guests. Thus why Eugene relished the fact that he was able to have a week of rest to one of the many estates he had amongst the empire.

Eugene was relaxed in the carriage ride, his knights were on their horses that surrounded the carriage. Until there was an abrupt stop in the carriage where his ears picked up the sound of his men being overtaken by assassins.

He had gotten to his feet in a hurry with his sword. Whoever had planned this attack had done it meticulously, his trusted knights were slain mercilessly. Eugene had managed to kill the group of enemies, now being heavily injured and having to painfully walk through the thick forest, soon collapsing to the forest floor.

His eyes were blinking in and out of consciousness, his eyes finally opening for once, just to see a little bird flapping their wings in front of him.

(You’re a bird hybrid 😭)